Just Go

This Is Me Letting Go

This is me deciding I can’t control everything and I have to be okay with that. This is me deciding things will be okay – somehow, someway.

This Is Actually Just For Me

I think I’m supposed to feel fulfilled by bright pink sunsets and monumental confessions of love and grandiose gestures and stories with happy endings and books where all the characters live and when the guy I like tells me I’m pretty. But instead I feel the most myself when nothing is really happening at all.

Please, Just Let Me Go

If you know that you can’t be what I need, stop clinging on to us, because I know that I’m not yet strong enough to resist your pull.